the diary of a fast food girl

If my memory serves me right, I think I have been working for a month now. And with that I have served and met different types of people, those who are really nice, really annoying, adorable and whatnot. I realize my job isn't as bad since the experience taught me various lessons which would help me in the future, like dealing with people from all walks of life. 

I remember the other day when a kid kept going back on the counter asking me almost every type of question a customer could ask and it made me just smile and think I like it when the customer likes me. He kept asking me, although there is a stretch of crews waiting to serve him. He was even smiling as he approached me for the nth time. He knew he's asking way too much. Ha ha.

There are customers though who I try to avoid because it is such a pain serving them. I don't want to mention stereotypes because I don't want to be hated. But these people always make sure they have to complain one thing before they even get satisfied. 

"My fries aren't hot, can you give me fresh ones?"

The customer is not always right I think. The counter people are! Ha ha. Okay, that's overdoing it. My fingers actually got caught when I absentmindedly closed the cash register. It hurt for two hours.

Aside from the customer-server relationship, there is, of course, the relationship between workers. There are those who are pleasantly nice and those who are annoyingly, for the lack of a better term, bitchy. I hate cocky workers, the know-it-all perfectly unstained people, the snub, the too frank and the useless. But I love the friendly, the bubbly and the hot ones. LOL.

Speaking of which, I have a set of dreams about possible moments with a crush/boyfriend and one of them sort of happened yesterday. I got "kinda" stuck with him in the rain because we were waiting for our rideS home. Just as expected, it sucked that I acted a little snub. I should have been more perky and lively and talked more. But I was just cool, like nothing special is happening. But hello, an opportunity is being missed! I can stare at those powerfully fascinating eyes forever. 

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There are a couple of things in my head right now, or make that a couple of things in my head almost every time. Every time I pause there are too many things running in my head, which always asks. It's like I have completely embraced being an introvert. I would always end up not speaking what I think and would hate myself for not talking. But hopefully I would function properly and deal with things the normal way: speak and just tell everyone what's on my head.

It's just it takes a while before I really get comfortable with another human being. 

Should I go out on Wednesday?